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not someone commenting on tams to tell me to update taob. what if you fucked off forever
#the actual nerve of some people like it's bad enough getting those kinds of comments ON taob#bc obviously any comment along the lines of 'im literally begging you to update' is gonna piss the fuck out of a writer#BUT TO DO IT ON A DIFFERENT FUCKING FIC????? HAVE A HORRIBLE DAY#and the fact these people not only dont think they're doing anything wrong but think they're COMPLIMENTING ME#'i love your writing so much please update taob' IS NOT A FUCKING COMPLIMENT. LET ALONE ON A FIC THAT HAS NO RELEVANCE TO TAOB#WITH NO MENTION OF TAMS IN THE COMMENT EITHER. NO 'I REALLY LIKE THIS FIC. UPDATE TAOB' not that that would make it okay#but the utter audacity of it all is jarring. how are you gonna clearly have read tams and felt the need to comment#just to have NOTHING to say about it and tell me to update a different fic. actually fuck off#ending the comment with 'okay i love you' do you now. do you really. well it's unrequited babe. fuck off#you people make me mad sometimes istg#'hella why are you always so negative about taob's popularity' when i get something good out of it i'll let you know#edit: they left that comment on ch1 of tams which actually implies they didn't even read it which is somehow. worse#like they've clearly just clicked on it with no regard for the passion and effort i put into it seeing as it's a WHOLE SEPERATE FIC#and considered only that i might give the comment more attention if it was on tams not taob. what the actual fuck is the thought process#in what WORLD is someone taking that as a compliment. in what world am i gonna go 'omg writing it rn just for you bestie đ„ș'#actually fuming about this idk why this one has got to me so much the utter CHEEK of it all has really knocked me sideways lmaooo
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getting an iced pumpkin chai in the morning and then my personal goal is to spend the whole day writing and i hope i can come back to this post tomorrow and rb w how much progress iâve made!!!
#i have a love/hate relationship w this fic and iâm gonna rant to myself bc hehe itâs almost midnight so why not :>#okay SO. i for some reason just didnât create any proper outline for this story and i think thatâs why itâs taken me so long to write it#because i donât necessarily have a why/a REASON for this story or plot⊠like even thinking abt doing the dialogue and trying to find flow +#cohesion is making me so đ and also honestly⊠iâm terrible at doing drafts in the first place#i donât write linearly i jump all over the place while writing and SOMETIMES i can connect things but this time i could NOT#and i would focus on one tiny part for SO long and make no progress anywhere else like GIRLâŠâŠâŠ ENOUGH#but hmmmm yeah i also for some reason feel like esp w my writing itâs super robotic and doesnât have emotion#like iâm not writing w suguruâs voice and instead iâm writing as the author and itâs kinda irking me#if that makes sense⊠hmmmmâŠâŠâŠ.. also i might be doing dual pov so hopefully it doesnât look too wonky#but yeah đ i need to work on scene setting & describing things effectively + doing show not tell#like i just made a mini outline rn and wow . itâs Not it at all đđđ thereâs no WHY to the story and itâs making it hard to write#okay not necessarily a âwhyâ but like . Whatâs The Point of the story#sigh. i need to figure that out#also thereâs so much stuff i want to add but i feel like itâll be clunky + itâll move fast or be weird#but my goal for tomorrow is truly and honestly write the meat and bones of it and then i can edit ruthlessly later on#i was thinking of getting it out this week but i forgot election week/donât have anything really written either đ#but hopefully next week if i try hard enough! the goal is before december bc i want this to be a november fic#but yeah thatâs my mini vent @ me iâm glad to just talk abt in the tags#feels like for this story specifically itâs been a lot of looking at my docs instead of writing which is WHACK đ€š#also i donât like my writing style + i want to write better in GENERAL#thatâll come w practice & doing it often though đ#ALSO . SIDENOTE but why does tumblr not let me link things anymore like NDNDNDND SO STUPID#OOOOH AND . i need to start/finish selfship moodboards & also create wip lists for geto/gojo/toji but for REAL#as in wipe iâll actually plan to write next not just ones i like the sound of đ#ANYWAYS IâM SO SLEEBYâŠâŠâŠ honk shoo mimimi cult leader geto please pat my head to sleep and be kind to me#GIRL THIS IS LONG AS HELL OMFG . silence @ me đ€« what a YAPPER#personal
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@retrologists continuing from here for Tommy
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€The bitterness bled into his tone, and Steve, reformed asshole that he was, might not be entirely strong enough to take the high road there. He laughed, but it was that soft thing, eyes leaving Tommy as he shook his head - nothing funny, just frustrating and so much more hostile than necessary. It's a fallback habit, laughing off something aggressive in a way that comes off as dismissive; Tommy could act like "King Steve" was dethroned by Hargrove's appearance back in senior year, but the cool, easy way that he handled people wasn't gone. That wasn't some dumb hierarchal 'perk' thanks to hanging with the popular kids, no. The social intelligence was all his, trained into him by his parents and learned along the way, adapted to giving a shit about people but still so easily turned to protecting himself.
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€"I did you a favor? Gimme a break, Tommy, you really wanna tell me you enjoy hanging out with Peterson and Carlyle?" he asked, almost like he was amused by the very idea of that, but it didn't linger before the seriousness started seeping back into his tone, if not fully into his expression. The smile lingered like armor, cocky and dismissive, but his eyes didn't entirely hold it. "You always cover your lying up by being mean, man. Same thing when you're upset about something. If you didn't give a shit, you wouldn't still be bringing Nancy up and getting in my face."
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€In fairness, Steve was also pretty damn bitter about the whole thing. They'd been friends forever, and Tommy was a shitty influence, especially with Carol around, but Steve was just as guilty for letting it all slide. He'd been so damn worried that his friends and the popular crowd that he'd essentially lorded over would abandon him at the first sign that he was a decent guy that he'd gone along with the mean, petty shit. In turn, that had encouraged it to keep going, hadn't it? Like he was condoning it, helping normalize it just by not using what chance he had to shut it down. The occasional dismissive comment about this loser or that nerd not being worth the trouble to de-escalate hadn't been enough, and that was on him.
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€Maybe if he'd had more of a spine about it all sooner, he could have salvaged this before it got where they were, standing out by the street with his car at least a block away, maybe two? There was no quick, easy exit, and he felt like the coward that Tommy had accused him of being before for even thinking about just walking away. It wasn't a coward's move to walk away from a fight, but he knew all too well that it wasn't the fight that he'd be walking away from.
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€"I don't want you to say shit. What I want is for you to cut the mean bullshit and talk to me, or leave me the fuck alone. You don't give a shit? Act like it," he snapped, and that's where his act of being vaguely amused was slipping away more fully. "But I know you and you can't lie to me."
#retrologists#retrologists || .001 main tommy#pretty damn good babysitter â [v. main]#so I'm sorry I've been absent and I'm brushing the rust off#so if anything in this at ALL needs to be edited please tell me and I'll hit it up asap#I just wanted to get to it sooner
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tell me why i'm considering opening the doc and writing fanfiction during my lunch break. ON MY PHONE
#talking tag;#totp tag;#i've been meaning to make a tag for the fic so. there#ok if anyone is curious (probably not but like. i like talking about these things) i split the fic in sections in my head#so every ''kimberly finds her father in blah blah'' is a section and that's how i keep track of them#so chapter 1 had sections 1-3 and chapter 2 had sections 4-5#and chapter 3 will have sections 6-7. it has to. for structure reasons#but section 6 is a very important one and she's at like. 8.5k words at the moment???? and i still haven't gotten to the last scene#OF THE SECTION. THEN THERE'S ANOTHER SECTION#which should hopefully be shorter (around 5k or less is my guess) because fewer things happen but. god#we're looking at a 15+k word chapter. if you're reading the fic hopefully you like long chapters cause!!! it'll be a long one!!!!!#also i am once again pointing out that if you're reading the fic and have absolutely anything to say about it PLEASE tell me#i love talking about this fic she's my child that i created. she's like a clay sculpture to me#i do mean to reply to ao3 comments but i'm shy đđđđ but i reread them all a billion times and cry about them every time#i'm still thinking about the lengend that dropped that page long comment on chapter one. king (gn) if you see this i love you#when i reply to comments yours will be first. know that you have me and nat's infinite love forever and always.#truly i hope you like it and cand find peace in it. lord knows we all need it#well. anyways! i think i might edit the doc i'll see
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On the starvation that the people in Gaza are facing:
English Translation:
A dear friend of mine called me a few days ago. He needed money as his infant son hasn't eaten in more than 30 hours, and his son, who's no more than two years old, has been exhausted by hunger. After an hour, I called him so he can receive the money he asked for, but communications were cut off. Four days later, I called him to receive the money and he told me "No need, brother, the children are now with God."
It is catastrophic!
No more can be said!
To God we belong and to him we return.*
[*A qur'anic verse translated into English. It is quoted by Muslims during times of crisis, especially when someone dies]
End of translation
Israel, the US, and all those backing up this Genocide will be remembered for the blood on their hands.
Keep talking about Palestine!
Note: After consulting a professional, I edited my translation of "ۧÙŰŰŻŰ« ŰŹÙÙ" to be "it is catastrophic!". A suggested translation in the reblogs was "it is tragic!". If you need to comment on anything in my translation, please tell me and I'll look into it further to make sure everything is as accurate as possible. Thank you.
#free palestine#palestine#gaza#from the river to the sea palestine will be free#signal boost#social justice#palestine resources#colonialism#imperialism#jerusalem#the west bank#Free Gaza#Gaza strip#US politics#united nations#Human rights#WitchyWitchy's Translations
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It Was Obvious - LN4
Lando Norris x Fewtrell Twin reader
Summary: Lando and Y/N Fewtrell have been seeing each other since just before the season started, what happens when they all go on vacation for summer break and are forced to continue and try to hide their relationship.
TW - NOT EDITED, lowkey mad cheesy, some fluff, talks of slight anxiety, secret relationship
WC 1200+
Y/N POV
"Lando, he's going to kill us if he catches you in here," I whisper to my boyfriend of 6 months, who is currently in my room pulling me in for another kiss.
"I'm willing to fight," Lando whispers again before kissing me again. It was a rushed make out session knowing we didn't have much time making me feel like I was back in year 10 hiding my boyfriend from my parents. But instead of my parents not knowing it's my twin brother who just so happens to be Lando's best friend.
"I love you," I whisper when he pulls away. I see the light blush crawl up his neck before settling on his cheek showing that regardless of how long we have been together we still get the giddy feelings.
"I love you too," he whispers back before slipping out of my room presumably going to his or Max's.
It's not even ten minutes later before another knock rings out through my room making me think Lando is coming back in already..
"Come in," I call out not moving from my bad. When the door opens to reveal Pietra I relax slightly knowing I don't have to worry about my twin coming in and finding out the truth had it been Lando.
"I wanna talk to you," P tells me softly making me sit up and start to feel some anxiety sink in, not knowing what she wants to talk about.
"Im not picking sides in the divorce," I joke softly making her laugh and shake her head.
"I'm not breaking up with your brother," P tells me softly making me laugh cause I knew damn well she wasn't trying to talk to me about that.
"So you and Lando?" She asks with a smirk on her face. I instantly feel all the air in the room leave making it increasingly more difficult to breathe.
"Hey, hey, hey, calm down! I'm not here to get anyone in trouble. I just wanna know more information," P tells me softly when she notices the panic starting to take over my body.
"Please don't tell anyone," I whisper out not knowing how to to trust anyone right now.
"I won't tell anyone. I think it's something you and Lando will need to do on your own time," she tells me with a smile making me relax a little bit more.
"Do you want to talk about it?" She asks me with a smile. I nod my head with a smile knowing I haven't been able to talk about my relationship with anyone but my mom.
"We started dating in February shortly after Max dragged you and I to that stupid golf thing. We had been talking before that but after Lando got wasted and couldn't take care of himself I went back home with him and pretty much babysat him until he went to sleep. The next morning he woke up and he set up a really cute brunch where he asked me out," I tell her with a smile making her smile with me.
"How did you figure it out?" I ask making her laugh out loud.
"Girl I love you to death but you guys are terrible at sneaking around. We've been here for for two days and everytime I can't find you, Lando just so happens to be missing as well, so I decided to spy on yall. Well kind of, I just so happened to be coming out of the bathroom when he was leaving your room and I truly wouldn't have thought anything of it but I was already suspecting you guys," she tells me making me nod.
"I think Lando and I are gonna make Max to lunch and tell him. I'm tired of lying to him and hiding my relationship," I tell her making her nod and smile.
"I think it's about time 'cause that was almost 7 months ago," she laughs out. I laughed with her happy to know she was happy for me and supported my relationship.
We're nearing the end of our trip and I have decided it was time. Keegan was already making jokes about us being together and thankfully Max was brushing them off as a joke but I'm sure he's going to start realizing the truth.
"Hey Max, I was wondering if you wanted to go to lunch later?" I ask softly not wanting to give too much information and try to pass it off as twin bonding.
"Ya, we could go to that one restaurant you've been begging to since we arrived," Max says with a laugh.
"I saw it on TikTok and it looked amazing," I reply back showing my excitement.
I make sure to text Lando the plan and while I plan to tell Max just us I want Lando nearby incase he wants to talk to both of us.
We're halfway through our meal when I finally drop my fork and clear my throat.
"I have to tell you something," I tell him making him drop his fork and roll his eyes jokingly.
"I knew you didn't just want to hang out with me," he jokes making both of us laugh.
"Ya, um but you have to promise to hear me out before getting upset," I tell him suttering in stress a little making him focus on me completely.
"So, please don't be upset but, landoandiareseeingeachother," I breath out in one breath talking too fast for anyone to understand.
"Try again and breathe this time," Max says trying to stay calm at the situation.
"Lando and I are dating," I tell him refusing to look at him. When I meet his eyes I he is giving me the most disbelief look possible.
"Are you kidding me?" Max asks in pure disbelief making me grow increasingly more nervous.
"I promise he's a good one," I quickly come to defend my partner.
"You thought I didn't know?" Max rephrases his statement making it clear he already knows.
"You knew!" I announce being quite a bit louder than I had hoped.
"I've known since Miami. I mean that confirmed it but I definitely caught on before that," Max tells me slightly stunned that I didn't realize.
"I wanted you to tell me when you were ready. Besides its been funny watching you and Lando try to sneak around all this time," Max tells me laughing slightly.
"So you don't care?" I ask him trying to get clarification. He just shook his head no.
"What about P?" I asked just getting curious to the situation now.
"What about her?" Max asks, clearly confused now.
"She came into my room earlier in the trip and asked me about it," I tell him, giving him some more detail about the conversation.
"Oh, no I didn't tell anyone I knew. Meaning she also caught on to your guy's terrible sneaking," Max laughs before adding, "Hell, even Keegan caught on."
I just laughed at that before sending Lando a quick text to let him know he could come in if he wanted. When he met us at the table Max explained to both of us how he caught on and when he realized we both had feelings for each other, which had been long before we started talking.
"Hey but if you break her heart I will pay Verstappen to take you out," Max tells Lando as we are walking back to the beach house we rented for the week.
That just made Lando laugh before telling him he wouldn't dare hurt me.
It was nice being able to spend the last few days of break not having to hide my relationship.
#ln4 fluff#formula 1#f1 imagine#f1 x you#formula 1 x you#formula one imagines#lando norris#ln4#ln4 imagine#ln4 x you#ln4 x reader#ln4 fic#lando norris imagines#lando norris x reader#lando norris x you#lando norris fanfic#lando norris fluff#lando x reader#lando norris imagine
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DRAMIONE FIC RECS + WHY YOU SHOULD READ THEM â 100k+ words edition
hogwarts: a home by coralcollective â reimagined horcrux hunt. draco is so down bad for hermione and the smut is crazyyy. theo/hermione friendship. pansy is the breakout character and you'll love her. there's nsfw art and inappropriate use of the malfoy signet ring. please check the tags! (it says incomplete on ao3, but it's only missing epilogues so don't be afraid of starting it)
word count: 372,978
chapters: 67/70
the commoner's guide to bedding a royal by olivieblake â god, this fic!!!! it's a modern royal au and the ensemble of characters make this whole world feel so alive. it's inspired by will/kate and harry/meghan and it's sooo cute. theo and daphne were the breakout characters and i love them dearly. if you're looking for a lighthearted romcom-esque, occasionally angsty (because duh!) fic, this is it!!! i probably read this in two days which is insane considering the word count, but that should just tell you how lovely this whole fic was. there's a second part to this if you're itching for more afterwards (and it's just as good!)
word count: 503,570
chapters: 45/45
draco malfoy and the mortifying ordeal of being in love by isthisselfcare â honestly if you haven't read this yet..... this is god tier. a CLASSIC. this should be taught in the schools. hermione's a magical researcher / healer and draco's one of the best aurors out there. he's assigned to protect hermione because she's in the midst of a big discovery. hermione's not happy about it and draco isn't either. slow burn!! idiots in LOVE!! forced proximity!!!!! EMBEDDED ART!!! honestly this is the fic that made me want to learn how to bind which is so serious and if you haven't read this yet you need to.
word count: 199,548
chapters: 36/36
the disappearances of draco malfoy by speechwriter â this is my new canon. it's a deathly hallows rewrite where draco accepts dumbledore's offer to fake his death and go into hiding with the order. enemies to friends to lovers. i honestly can't even remember what happened in canon because this is IT for me.
word count: 289,780
chapters: 33/33
this world or any other series by olivieblake â includes clean (book one) and marked (book two). anything by olivieblake should be a must-read, i swear to god. this one starts as a year 6 slow burn. draco and hermione are assigned partners for potions and it all snowballs from there. olivie writes so beautifully and her characterizations for hermione / draco are so good. slight warning for marked: this destroyed me and i pretend it doesn't exist, but it's still a must-read.
word count: 118,892 & 178,268
chapters: 31/31 & 39/39
rights and wrongs series by lovesbitca8 â you want fluffy dramione? read the first two parts of the rights and wrongs series. you want dark and heavy dramione? read the auction, an alternate universe of the fluffy dramione, where voldemort wins and they all get auctioned off to death eaters. please check the tags for the voldy wins au! all three were chef's kiss and coming from someone who isn't a fan of dark aus, reading the first two helped me get through the auction because you know where draco's coming from / what's in his head. you can just read the auction without reading the first two parts unless you like catching parallels and having more depth / context (which i very much love).
word count: 174,911 & 160,297 & 325,876
chapters: 36/36 & 24/24 & 41/41
#we can also call this my dramione reading log honestly#dramione#draco x hermione#dramione fic recs#draco malfoy#hermione granger#draco malfoy x hermione granger#dramione recs#talk to me about dramione because i have more recs and i will take recs i never tire of reading about them
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So
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90 notes: Iâll post some random shit Iâve been planning to post forever
160 notes: Iâll post a chapter of a fic I have drafted on Ao3 (yâall if I donât post it before Oct 2 itâll automatically delete itself so please save my fic before itâs too late oml)
250 notes: Iâll start going on walks at least once a week (I really need motivation)
370 notes: Iâll tell my best friend some big news about my identity (why am I so scared? Idk)
530 notes: Iâll post an audio of me singing something (you can wish for any song in the comments if you like!)
1660 notes: Iâll post a lot of shit I have in my Tumblr drafts + Iâll gather the courage ask my friends for a little money so I can buy myself my own phone (I need a second one in case anything bad happens to me and I have to run away from home. No, I wonât elaborate.)
1850 notes: Iâll take more time to do the things I love this winter.
2000 notes: Iâll wear my lesbian pin in front of my mum and hope she sees it.
2300 notes: Iâll tell my therapist a lot of things⊠things she probably needs to know but Iâm scared to tell her.
2800 notes: Iâll try to talk to my crush in school. Small talk, okay? Nothing more. Iâm so scared donât make me do it-
3100 notes: Iâll finish reading Art Heist, Baby! (No. Please.)
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I wonât be tagging anyone because yâall are insane and Iâll be forced to keep my promises⊠sigh
ONLY TWO NOTES PER PERSON!!! Edit: Yup only 2 notes. Can yâall tell I really donât wanna do all this lol
DOBT MAKE MUNOIST GET TO 2800 BECAISE I DONT WANT TO DO WHAT MY FROEMD WANST ME TO DO AJSHSJSJSJ
#ellastag#ahb#art heist baby!#gender identity#sexuality#to do list#yourlocalbadgerscales#motivation#crushes
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alhaitham x afab!f!reader, nsfw, 18+, not beta read
cw: omegaverse (alpha!alhaitham + omega!reader), heat, knotting, massive massive MASSIVE breeding kink, impregnation kink, size kink, slight sadism/masochism (more masochism if anything), mentions of pain + hurt, marking + biting, fingering, squirting, unintentional edging (receiving), allusions to dubcon + objectification (but none of it actually), slight nipple play, implied marathon sex
notes: sighs,,, idk how i ended up convincing myself to write omegaverse,,, but i really had a lot of fun with this,,, anyway, i love being an alhaitham fucker, and i love it even more when he loses it and can't be his usual put-together self. lmk if i missed anything in the warnings.
edit: 700+ notes?? yâall :((( iâm v touched and also cracking up lol omegaverse ig checks out - but tyssssm for all the love!! reminders that requests are still open (pls read my rules), and iâd love to have moots/anons!!!!
edit x2: 1,000+ notes... y'all... this is a massive milestone for me to hit - thank you so much for all the love on this lil drabble!! there's no amount of words that can describe how grateful i am, truly.
âALHAITHAM, FASTER!â
youâre whining, sobbing, desperately begging your lover. anything will do â he can even just lie back and let you bounce up and down on his cock. but youâre only in such a frenzied, lucid state because of your heat. alhaitham, on the other hand, is a few weeks out from his next rut, which means he is able to think about whatâs rationally best for you.
youâre infuriated. you need more. you need him to mount onto you, pounding and thrusting into you until youâre screaming for him to stop, and even then, heâll continue to push you over the edge over and over again until youâre a sticky, fucked out doll. the fire in your belly is burning so passionately, and while you would say something snarky or sarcastic to rile alhaitham up, you can barely carry a thought and can only dig your fingernails into his biceps to convey your impatience.
your lover grunts at the piercing sensation and, through gritted teeth, says, âyou just started your heat. rushing through it will only hurt you and lengthen your recovery process.â
you groan at his response, overtly dissatisfied and restless. alhaithamâs response is⊠itâs just so typical of him. heâs detail-oriented, almost scientific in the way he takes care of you. this isnât your first heat with him, and heâs learned from prior experiences how to ensure your safety and comfort. in fact, the two of you now follow a procedure to prepare for your heat that consists of: gathering all of your favorite snacks and drinks; washing and prepping all of the pillows, clothes, and blankets youâll need for your nest; and most importantly, figuring out a polite way of telling kaveh that heâs getting âsexiled.â
but this is overkill, you scream in your head. in missionary, alhaitham is going at a steady pace, but what he doesnât know and canât feel is that heâs edging you. heâs fanning the flames of your arousal yet never helping you reach the peak. heâs stimulating you at your most sensitive spots and parts, but itâs not enough for your release. heâs torturing you, and he canât even tell.
âalhaitham,â you cry out for the nth time. âplease, please, please! i canât take it anymore! i just - i need your cock! i need to cum! please, please, i beg you, i promise you iâll be fine! alhaitham!â
youâre breaking down into tears. by instinct, your body releases more of your scent, and somewhere beyond your crying, your lover takes a deep inhale.
while alhaitham isnât in his rut, that doesnât mean he canât lose control. he hopes you know that heâs doing his best for you, that heâs holding onto the last shreds of his willpower because, if otherwise, he doesnât know what will become of you. heâs so much bigger, stronger, sturdier than you are, towering over you in both size and strength. he can be painfully forceful, and inflicting pain upon you is the last thing he wants to do.
but youâre sobbing uncontrollably. youâre defenseless yet pleading him to take you roughly, to break in your pussy with his heavy, leaking cock. you want him to use his force to placate your insatiable heat. you need him to overpower you.
he releases a long, shuddering sigh. he attempts to rationalize, consider the potential repercussions of giving in. but he soon realizes he canât think. your addicting, heady scent, combined with the beautiful sounds of your moans and whimpers, are rendering his mind empty.
itâs pointless. he growls, âyou asked for this.â
one second youâre weeping, and the next all of the air inside you is knocked out by a sudden, harsh thrust from alhaitham. heâs going so fast and hard now, cock head brushing against your womb while his balls and knot slap against your asshole. you feel your toes curl at the feeling of being split apart, and your mouth parts to voice salacious moans.
this is what you wanted. you feel your body relax. you just have to take it, take his fat cock bullying your cunt open, take his harsh bites and teething at your nipples, take his seed until youâre filled to the brim. in your mind, all you can think is, youâre his, youâre alhaithamâs, he wants you. the omega in you croons happily, and youâre every bit as delighted as well.
alhaitham grips onto your wrists tightly as he shoves himself into your tight, sticky walls over and over again. at one point, he flips you over, commanding you to raise your ass up higher. as he holds onto your hips, he watches your ass bounce and jiggle as he pounds into you, and he wants to lick down the beautiful curve of your back. youâre doing your best to stifle your screams because somehow, your lover is reaching even deeper, and the scraping of your breasts against the bedsheets is driving you mad.
then, you feel one of alhaithamâs hands reach down, brushing against the fat of your thighs. itâs inching dangerously close to your throbbing clit, and heat rushes up to your face.
âwait, alhaitham, no ââÂ
your lover pinches your yearning bud, and you scream. wetness gushing everywhere, youâre squirting and creaming, white cum staining your loverâs cock and leaking out of your pussy. your eyes roll back, and youâve lost all ability to control your body, which is absolutely shaking as alhaitham continue to rub and flick at your clit as he tries to squeeze his knot into your fluttering hole.
âoh, archons! alhaitham! stop! no, no, itâs too much! it canât fit!â
alhaitham, still teasing and toying with your pussy, leans over and snarls into your ear, âyou were just saying you wanted more. now you canât take it?â
youâre wailing. you feel as if youâre being ripped apart at the seams. but the thought of alhaithamâs knot is just too delicious to pass on, so you donât complain anymore. you just accept the waves of pain and pleasure that crash over you as alhaitham finally locks his knot inside you and bites down on your neck.
your lover groans loudly, lost in his delirium as well. after a few more shallow grinds, he reaches his own high, and you feel rope after rope of his cum fill you up. alhaithamâs cum is so warm and gooey and thick that youâre drooling and slobbering over the pillows at being filled up so thoroughly â impregnated â with it.
even as heâs still cumming, alhaitham bites on the shell of your ear and commands, âkeep up, because iâm not stopping anytime soon.â
you can only whimper and fist the blankets even tighter at his command, bracing yourself for the next round.
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EX WHO?
ex husband eren yeager x black fem reader
warnings: reader may have gotten pregnant again (she definitely did), ur daughters name is raqi
pt. 2
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âSweetheart, please let me put your shoes on so I can bring you to your daddy.â You try to tell your gorgeous four-year-old for the fifth time in one minute.
âNo, mama! Daddy says heâs coming here because he misses you.â
You observe as she escapes your grasp again after kicking her tiny feet in different directions. You groan both inside and out loud because you have to repeat, âNo, heâs not Raqi.â Mommy needs the house to herself tonight-â
âUhuh, and Uncle Connie is coming too! Heâs taking me to, um-Nick- um-â You watch as she looks at you, waiting for you to help her finish her sentence.
You stifle a giggle at her pout, âNickelodeon?â
âYeah!! Itâs in Spain, mama!â
You heave a sigh once more. Itâs not uncommon for Connie to take your daughter on expensive trips such as this. He probably indulged your daughter more than you did. Not more than Eren, though. Even though Eren didnât live with you, he made sure to come by and see his baby girl every day, even if it was just for five minutes. Each time he came, he would have a new gift in his hand.
Connie gave your daughter gifts like trips, taking her around the world, and first-class only reserved for the princess. As she ages, she definitely wonât be impressed by someoneâs son taking her to Miami.
However, Eren spoiled his girl with jewelry, bags, the newest edition of Hello Kitty plushies, and anything else. To be honest, you need to begin the process of finding her a larger room.
Youâre not so sure your daughter is lying. Itâs unlikely that she would lie about something like this. Your frustration has changed from being directed toward her to your ex-husband for not informing you. This was actually one of the reasons why you guys split up. He would always make plans and decisions regarding your daughter without letting you know first.
Although he didnât make any bad decisions or put her in danger, itâs upsetting to know that you rarely had any say in what your daughter did, except for the things she wore.
You remember vividly handing him the divorce papers and standing in front of him in shock as he laughed right in your face with mumbles of, âMust be crazyâ and âNever in a million years.â
And so the divorce was never finalized because he refused to sign the papers, but you and he were through as far as you were concerned. He had no problem letting you run around thinking that, though. It goes without saying that he never took off his wedding ring. Yours has been on for so long that itâs like muscle memory to slip it on every time you go out.
To this day, his Instagram page is filled with pictures of you and only you. Shit, both of your parents still invite you guys over for dinner, and Eren never told them what you presented him with. You absolutely didnât have the guts to tell them unless he signed those papers.
You didnât have the guts to prevent your daughter from having a good time and living out her childhood, a chance you, unfortunately, werenât blessed with.
âOkay, baby. Well, you still have to put your shoes on if you wanna go with Uncle Connie, okay?â
That seemed to do it. Your daughter headed to her bed and began bouncing up and down with joy before finally settling down and waiting for you to put them on.
Just as you were finishing, you heard the doorbell ring. You rise to your feet and fix your silk robe and matching silk bonnet. Kissing your daughterâs head and lifting her up in your arms, you walk barefoot on the cold tile floors of your penthouseâ that Eren pays for.
Itâs no surprise when you open the door and find the men of the hour. They were matching. Your ex-spouse appears in all his splendor, sporting a gray beanie that conceals his natural hair, a black hoodie, and black sweatpants that match. Connieâs attire was the opposite: a black beanie covering his buzz cut, a grey hoodie, and grey sweatpants that matched.
âDaddy!â
âBaby!â
Your daughter is quick to jump onto her father, and Eren easily catches her. Itâs almost impossible to deny how similar they look. Itâs as if she left you out of the gene pool altogether. All his facial features were present in her, including his curls, eyes, and face. Her skin color was the only thing you could vouch for.
Eren catches your eyes, and you look away quickly. His stare always gives you an intimidating feeling. You disregard his glance and turn to Connie with a smile, kissing him on his cheek and leading him inside, âHey, Con.â
He reciprocates the gesture, albeit with a friendly tone. He was aware of how possessive his best friend can be towards you, and he didnât want to be a part of that today. After playing with your daughterâs flushed cheek, you turn around and leave Eren outside, letting him invite himself in. Your hostility causes him to furrow his brows.
âWhat, I donât get a kiss too?â
While still ignoring him, you direct your buzz-cut friend to your childâs room. âThere should be a bag already packed with her things in her closet. I know how much you guys love these trips.â
Connie grins and nods. Your daughter demands that Eren put her down and runs after him, yelling that she wants to show him her new plushies. Now, there were only you and Eren in your living room, alone. Great.
It was impossible for you to function when it was just you and him. Erenâs presence always made you nervous and hot. No matter who was present, he always made his attraction to you known. Your daughter thought you were still together for that reason. Eren Yeager was an elusive figure. He was a force to be reckoned with. The feelings you have for him are still harboring, even though you tried to push them away.
They persist, and it doesnât seem like you made any effort to remove them. You have been separated for a few months now, but you have never attempted to move on. Whenever your friends asked why you never went on a date, you would always answer that youâre âjust not ready.â You never actually moved on from him.
Your friends knew it was bullshit, but you would never admit it. You wouldnât admit to missing him, missing him holding you, sleeping with you, fucking you. You went from getting your fat cunt stuffed every day to only cumming once a week due to a vibrator going high speeds on your clit. Eren knew you werenât stupid enough to give his pussy away. You knew you werenât stupid enough to give his pussy away.
Eren, of course, would never move on from you, either. He genuinely doesnât believe that you two are separated, as youâre still together in his mind. You will be his forever.
He slowly stalks towards you, watching you intently focus on the wall. You probably hoped he would disappear if you didnât pay him any mind. He knew how your mind worked.
âMâstill waiting on my kiss, mama.â He raises your chin towards him when he reaches you, and his green eyes donât skip over the little bra you had on beneath your lace robe.
âEren, move.â You glare at him, but it really isnât doing much but making him hard.
âWassup with you?â
âYou! You are âwassupâ with me.â You whisper so as not to alert Connie and your daughter in the next room. You try to match his tone, lowering yours in pitch.
âWhat did I do, baby?â His deep voice speaking to you like this always makes you squirm, but you suppress it to express your anger at him.
âDonât call me that. How many times do I have to tell you to let me know when you make plans to take our daughter somewhere.â You grit your teeth.
He simply gives a sly smile, âAre you really upset about that?â
Once again, he pretends itâs not significant. Youâre not even asking for much. Is it really a death sentence for him to inform you of where your daughter might be going? Why do you always end up being the last one to learn? You believe itâs not difficult to give you a weekâs notice. You wonât have to be worried about looking silly when your daughter tells you. You donât think itâs fair to you at all.
âI trust Connie, and I trust you with our daughter, but I just want to know where sheâs going. Preferably before she goes! Thatâs all I ask for, Eren. You canât keep doing-â
âAre you mad at daddy, mommy?â
You freeze.
Your daughter rested on Connieâs back as he held her mini Disney Princess suitcase. She was gazing at you with a pout, and you didnât want to be the one to put that expression on her face. Youâre about to respond when Eren suddenly opens his mouth, condescending tone and all,
âYeah, mama. Are you mad at me?â
You try and force a smile for the sake of your daughter, even though every part of you wants to wring your ex-husbandâs neck.
âNo, baby. Are you ready to leave with Uncle Connie now?â As if it were never there, the frown is replaced by a fit of giggles, a bright smile, and a frantic nod of her head.
Connie gives your daughter a small rub on her head, âWe should head out now. The flightâs in two hours, and we donât wanna get stuck in traffic.â
You hurriedly nod and lead them both to the front door. Your daughter is smothered with kisses after you hug her and whisper a sweet âI love you.â Eren presents your daughter with a mini Chanel box just before Connie puts Raqi in the childâs seat in the backseat of his Scat. You manage to make out his little whisper to her, âDonât open it until tomorrow. Daddy loves you.â
Together, you love them, and you have no regrets about giving this man a child. Itâs something you could never regret. Marrying him wasnât a regret for you either; truly, he treated you like a princess. Itâs just that you want him to dedicate more time to you.
Eren spent a lot of time outside before having your baby, whether it was with his friends or his job. He was always dedicated to providing you with everything you needed, but you never asked for any of those tangible things. The only thing you wanted was your husband. It took you some time to communicate your feelings to him, but eventually you did.
As a person who was understanding, he listened. For approximately a week, before he did the same shit again. You were worn out and reached a point where you couldnât keep going any further. Although Eren wouldnât give you the divorce you wanted, he was accommodating and allowed you to move out of his home. Provided that he will get the apartment and pay your rent. âSafety measures,â he calls them.
Even now, Eren still acts as though youâre married, and you still pretend that itâs bothering you. Youâre snapped out of your thoughts when you hear your door slam shut, with Eren still inside your house.
âYou really mad at me, mama?â
You merely sigh, âEren, why are you still here?â
With his hands on either side of you, he stands in front of you while your body presses flush against the front door. You feel a slight tingle, aware that youâre inhaling the same air as this man. You give a quick glance at his pink lips and hope you look away swiftly enough so he doesnât notice. He does.
His lips curl, and his voice becomes low and breathless when he speaks again, âAnswer me, baby.â
You sense that Eren is talking about more than today for some reason. Heâs talking about everything that led up to it, including his absence and negligence. Heâs asking if youâre still upset about the way he influenced you to want to divorce him.
A tear that you didnât even realize was forming slips down your face. Eren doesnât miss a beat when wiping it away with his thumb and delicately kissing your cheek as well.
You whisper shakily, âI donât want to be. B-But you make it so hard, Ren.â
Ren. You called him Ren. He fails to recall the last time he heard the nickname you gave him flutter past your pretty lips. He derives pleasure from it and longs to listen to it again.
âI know, Iâm sorry. Iâm so sorry, mama. You have to believe me. I never want to see you cry, baby. And Iâm so sorry for making you feel like this.â
You attempt to move away, but he grasps your hands tightly, causing you to remain still. He understands your struggle, but you donât trust him. And youâre trying to run away from him again. Eren has apologized before, but he wants you to acknowledge his apologies this time.
He kisses your cheek again, âIâm not working as much anymore, and I even cut back on dealing. Iâm sorry I didnât get it before. I know you just wanted me to spend more time with you, and I swear Iâll make it happen. Just take me back, please.â
Another kiss, this time on your neck, âI miss you so much, mama.â
Your breathing is intensifying, and your hold on him is gradually diminishing. âRen, please. I- IÂ canât.â
âLet me make it up to you, hm? Show you how much I missed you. Let me, mama.â
Youâre so weak, you scold yourself. So, so weak. He shouldnât be able to get you like this easily. It shouldnât be this easy for him to slip off your robe, letting it fall on the cold floor. You should have more resistance. You should make him work for it.
But how can you?Â
How can you resist when heâs on his knees, letting his tongue push in and out of your wet hole, unashamedly moaning as you twitch and buck your hips into his mouth. Heâs entirely too nasty and too careless when he laps up everything your addictive pussy is pouring into his awaiting mouth.
Youâre shaking, your body shivering so much you have goosebumps everywhere. He just doesnât let up. Each time you try and push away from his pleasurable onslaught, itâs just,
âQuiet, mama. Daddy canât make it up to you if youâre running from him.â
Your eyes are starting to hurt so much from the way youâre rolling them back into your skull. Youâre heaving, squealing when he suckles harshly on your poor clit. Not even your vibrator made you feel this good.Â
âG-Gonna cum- Ah! Oh fuck, Rennie!â
You hear the slurping sounds as he eats you, and he never once removes himself from your cunt as he whispers, âNot my name, mama.â
God, you can feel the vibrations, can feel his long tongue covering every crevice inside of you. You grip his head, his beanie barely hanging onto him with how much you both are moving. You wail when he inserts two fingers in at once after he slips his tongue out of you, a precious and weak âDaddy- shit!â released into the air.
He hums against you, against your wet mound, and for some reason, thatâs what pushes you over the edge. Your stomach clenches, and your entire being feels like itâs being set alight when you cum on his big fingers. Eren swears heâs fallen in love all over again. Itâs been months since heâs tasted you, tasted your sweet cream. Heâs missed it. God, he missed you.
As soon as he senses youâre too weak to stand on your own, he rises to his feet and immediately lifts you up by your legs. His lips are brushing against yours now, still wet from your essence.
âYou never gave me that kiss. Câmon, baby, kiss me.â
And you do, moaning when you immediately taste yourself. Your breath caught in his mouth as he pushed your legs back against the wall, and he didnât hesitate to swallow your sounds, sucking your tongue and biting your blushed lips.
Time slows when Eren finally pulls his sweats down and nudges his fat cock in you. Heâs holding you so gently like youâll break in any moment, and honestly, you feel like you will. Itâs been so long, so long since you had something this big stretching you out. You canât help but whimper out pretty cries of âDaddy!â or âRennie!â against his panting mouth.
Youâre so stuffed. So full that you canât think of anything but how good he feels, how good this intense euphoria streaming through your body feels.
Eren is the same. Heâs fisted his cock red to thoughts of having you like this once more. You were the only one who could ever make him feel like a wimp whenever he fucked you. Your pussy just feels so perfect, squeezing around him so tight, like you want him to put another baby in you. Actually, that doesnât sound like a bad idea.
He gives you slow, deep strokes that make you keen. The sound of his voice is groggy and slurred as he grunts against your throat, âGod, you feel so good. Please, baby, forgive me. Say youâll take me back. Say it. Say it.â
Through your haze, you still manage to have a few brain cells still working, barely. Youâre trying to speak out, but every time his hips press flush against your own, itâs like your breath gets caught in your throat. Still, you stutter out,
âC-Canât-Â Hah! Oh, right there!â
âYou know Iâll never leave you alone. I canât, mama. Rather die before I ever let you go. Iâll get on my knees again if I have to, baby.â He sounds so pretty, begging for your forgiveness like this. You donât know how long you can hold out. Youâre not sure you even can.
âYouâre c-crazy.â You utter, completely breathless, when he hits your g-spot.
Erenâs response is immediate when he reaches down to rub your clit in tight circles, âFor you. Crazy for you.â
Whining, your squirt splashes all over his hoodie, and your body is twitching because it wonât stop. Your supposed ex-spouse groans as he spills his seed past your splashing pussy lips, right into your womb, while whispering unsteadily, âI love you so much.â Shakenly, you pull his face toward yours and kiss him, drool pouring out of both your lips. Itâs almost as if youâre trying to devour each other.
When you reluctantly pull away from his lips, he speaks once again, âPlease, I need you. Just want you in my arms again, mama.â
You sigh, and honestly too exhausted to argue against him, you answer,
âIf you start going back to your old habits, Eren-â
âIÂ wonât. Swear on my life- on our daughter.â
You hum, fingers now combing through his loose curls. You gasp against his lips, feeling him shift inside you, âI love you too, Ren. Always did.â
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Coachella Rut
Paring: Idol!Hongjoong x Non Idol!Reader
CW: DomJoong/SubReader, Joongie is aggressive :))), pinv, unprotected sex (donât do this plz this is not sexy!), creampie, mentions of marks and bruises, degradation, pls lmk if i missed anything!
WC: 920
Midas's Notes: So I literally started this right after watching the Coachella stream.. holy shit. Joong really did something to me and idk if Iâll ever be the same. Is there possibly a Mingi one in the works? Maybe. Uhhh this is NOT edited cause Iâm too tired and this is just raw horniness so please enjoy (and excuse) this messy fic! PS also didnât have a fuckin clue what to name it so enjoy the random title <3
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âFuck Joong, slow doowwwn- ugh please!â You whimpered as he roughly pounded into your abused pussy, your legs over his shoulders, his arms beside your head. Heâs been at it for nearly 2 hours now, rejecting your every single orgasm, giving you no time to rest. Your neck is littered in bruises, cheeks red from his previous slaps, eyeliner dragged down to your jaw. Heâs always like this after a concert; but for some reason Coachella has him in a rut.
Heâs aggressive, raw, and borderline psychotic. A wild smile plastered on his face, the shitty red dye running down his face over his eyes and around his cheeks, down to his chin and neck. He locks eyes with you as he brings his hand up to roughly hold your jaw, your cheeks uncomfortably squishing together. âYou are fucking mine, got it? Your heart, your soul, your thoughts, your pretty pussy, everything. You belong to me. Yeah?âHe whispers out, inches away from your face, heâs movements never faulting. You nod, and mewl out a small âYes sirâ before he gives the corner of your lips a small kiss and returning to the side of your head, giving light nips to your neck. Hongjoong looks straight out of a horror movie; and itâs fucking sexy.
Youâre dragged out of your thoughts by a particular hard thrust, kissing your velvety sweet spot inside you, making you sing his name like it was a prayer. âYou look so fucking good underneath me. All fucked up on my cock, yeah? You canât get enough of me, can you?â He grunts out, his voice course from the previous show he put on. You nod eagerly, your nails scratching at his shoulders, bound to leave your mark all over him. âYeaah thatâs right slut. Tell me how good I am.â You moan loudly at his request, surely others would hear (not that you cared), starting to attempt to form a sentence. âCock feels to-fuck feels too good Joong. Need you to fuck me harder. Please!â.
He chuckles deeply, heavy into your ear, soft grunts and pants leaving his lips. âYou feel so fucking good, you were made for me, whore.â You scream out his name as he starts fucking you faster; harder than heâs ever gone before. You whine and whimper, begging for your release, âPlease Joong- pleasepleaseplease fill me up sir, I need it so bad. Need your cum inside me so bad.â Hongjoong moans loudly in your ear, his breath fanning against the shell. He lifts up to look at you, the fully sits up, your lower half now slightly lifted up off the bed thanks to your legs still over his shoulders. He gives you a wild smirk, eyes dark and full of love and lust. His hands find the plush spot of your hips, nails digging his shape into it. You whine, tears spilling out as you keep your babbling pleas for his seed. âFuck- such a good girl, asking so politely for my cum.â One hand moves from your hips and finds your clit, your eyes shoot open and a drawn out moan leaves your lips, a new spark shoots up your spine and your release edging closer and closer.
He grunts, his thrust growing sloppier and harder, you can feel him twitch inside you as he gets closer. âGonna make you mine sweetheart. All mine- fuck.â He peers down at you, a smile and his signature laugh, âCum for me, doll.â That was all you needed as you find yourself twitching, hips bucking up into his, you feel your walls convulsing around his, feeling your sweet slick run down to your ass. He moans, voice scratching as a string of âshitâ leaves him, as you feel hot ropes of cum fill you up. You whine, feeling so full of him and his milky cum. âSo so good. Fuck youâre mine. Mine all mine..â he whispers out, more to himself, as he pushes his final spurts of cum inside you.
You look at him through your wet lashes, admiring the scene of his sweat drenching him, basking in his post sex glow. He catches your eyes, a soft smile leaving his lips as he leans down to meet yours. Hongjoong gives you a soft, gentle kiss, completely different to the ones you received earlier. âIâm sorry sweetheart, I didnât do too much did I?â He asks, slowly pulling out of you, a mix of both your cum oozing outside of your puffy pussy. You shake your head, âNo, not at all Joongie. But holy shit, I donât think I can get up after all⊠that.â You laugh, and you hear him quietly joins you. âHere.â You look over to find him handing you a glass of water (that he already prepped beforehand, what a gentleman), and a towel in his hand beside you. You gladly take it, shaking as you hastily take a sip. You feel him gently lift one of your legs, softly patting and wiping you off. âIâll start you a bath, and we can take one together. Or would you rather eat first? Which sounds good?â He quietly asks you, throwing the towel to a dirty clothes hamper and grabs your hand to give it a kiss. You giggle, âBath, then food, please.â He nods, slowly rubbing your knuckles in his hands. âSounds good sweetheart.â He gets up to start your bath, you sit up, sipping your water and wondering if you should get chicken or a burger.
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I ALREADY HAVE A WIFE | Sebastian Vettel
f1 masterlist | ao3 | ask me anything or let's talk!
ferrari sebastian vettel x race engineer wife!reader
word count: 3450
summary: seb messes up on a press conference while his pregnant wife is there, and he also has to face a journalist that wants to try have a chance with him
warnings: this is based on THAT interview you know all too well (what are YOUR plans?). curse words, pregnancy and everything involved in it, talks of abortion, mental health issues (fluff fluff fluff)
a/n: this is part of history series (coming soon as is being heavily edited). it was my maiden series so... look carefully between lines because there might be some details you don't want to miss out. let me know what do you think of this pleaseeeeee you know i'm always waiting for your feedback, as well as comments and chats on that anon button please! and also, don't forget reblogs are truly appreciated
© VETTELSVEE (2024). please, do not steal, copy or translate my works. thanks for reading!
âRose Benson, for The Times. A question for all three drivers: itâs just 102 days until weâre in Australia. What are your plans now between⊠What are you gonna be doing over the winter break?Â
âWhat are your plans?â
Everyone in the room was no surprised by Sebâs answer. Laughter started to fill the room, spreading quickly except for two people: Britta and you. You noticed her gaze piercing your husband, as if she were mentally scolding him, like every time she did when he messed up. You, however, just looked at him with a look of disappointment.
She was unsure about what she had just heard, you knew it perfectly.
Seb face immediately turned pale, as if he knew he shouldnât have said that. As Sebâs not also wife, but also race engineer, you were used to this kind of behaviour and jokes, but today⊠it just hit different.Â
âSeemed to be counting the days,â he continued while starting to laugh a bit nervous. âCanât wait.â
Max and Lewis, sitting next to him, joined in the laughter, making him laugh even more as the situation seemed to begin to slip out of his control. You were sure that he knew that having you just a few meters away, shaking your head constantly at the same time you whispered something to his PR didnât bode well.Â
âSeb, you go first,â a journalist said. âWhat are your plans?â
âUhâŠâ
âAnother baby?â Lewis interrupted.
You knew all to well that he tried his best to not tell anything. Apart from your four years old little girl, both of your families, and Britta and Antti, no one knew yet that you couldnât try for another baby because the baby was already on the way.Â
You couldnât take the risk of sharing the news and then telling people all over the world that you had an abortion, just as happened to you in 2016.
âUh... wellâŠâ Seb stammered, not knowing what else to say. âQuickly done.â
Even though you were caught up in the laughter around you, you couldnât control your growing nervousness, as well as your husband, and it kept getting worse every time you glanced at him. You crossed your arms, almost falling off your chair, and decided to rest your head on Britta's shoulder. You tried your best not to fall asleep, but the yawns continued leaving your mouth with no shame at all.
âIf you need advice I know how to do it.â
Another mess-up.
Britta was already signaling with her hands to him so he stopped saying nonsense, totally overwhelmed not because she wasnât used to it, but because she was maybe too worried about you. You straightened up as soon as you heard that, and instinctively placed your hands on your barely noticeable belly, thanking yourself for having decided to start wearing clothes a couple of sizes larger than usual.
âKeep pushing,â Max blurted out, immediately drinking from his bottle.
âWell... I don't know how long you two want to stay on free practice sessions, but... if you wantâŠâ
âI like free practice,â the Dutchman commented. âI'd rather stay there for now.â
Lewis and Max kept talking to him, but you knew he was trying his best to go along with the conversation.
After what felt like an eternity, the press conference ended. Everyone started to get up and scatter around the room, probably to chat with each other. The season was over, and they wanted to do the usual: say goodbye and wish each other a good winter break. Seb did the same, with the difference that he headed straight towards you.
You were still sat, eyes fixed on the floor while you fidgeted with your fingers nervously, tears streaming down your cheeks.
You felt like a complete idiot because, even though he hadn't meant any harm and your really knew that, he should have thought before speaking because he knew all too well that you usually got overly sensitive. You had been through a pregnancy together before, and although it was a vast world full of unknowns, certain patterns did repeat.
The constant desire for sex and the hormonal ups and downs you suffered were the most obvious.
Slowly, he approached you and, with utmost care, knelt beside you, placing a hand on your thigh. You didn't pull away as you usually did when she was mad at him, and you saw in his eyes that he wasnât expecting you to react that way.
âI'm sorry if what I said made you uncomfortable, especially that baby talk. The last thing I wanted to do was to upset you but I ended up messing up, like always.â
You lifted her gaze, meeting his. He knew you were not exactly sad, but a bit disappointed at the thought that someone might have discovered the pregnancy you were trying so hard to keep secret.
âI swear I hate you right now, Sebastian Vettel,â you said, being completely honest and letting the hormones act for you. âYou made me feel so bad, I swear, butâŠâ
Your words came out broken, and tried your best to keep your cool.
He knew you stopped talking because your eyes welled up more than usual: you were on the verge of breaking down but didn't want to do it in public. He leaned his forehead against yours, your faces almost touching.
âI never wanted to make you feel this way, my love,â he whispered. âYou, alongside our girl, are the most important people to me, and you know that perfectly well,â you nodded, though he knew you doubted it. âYou don't know how much I regret not taking care of my wordsâŠâ
You looked at him, perhaps trying to find the obvious honesty behind his words. You knew he was being completely honest, but once again, your insecurity was consuming you and acting on your behalf.
âSeb, I hate myself right now. Quite a lot, actually,â you revealed in a nearly inaudible whisper. âI hate being pregnant because I feel useless! I'm so bipolarâŠâ you tensed up, though standing and positioning yourself next to him to keep talking without anyone overhearing. âI want to hit you, I want to cry, and at the same time, I want you to take me to the bathrooms and have casual sex like we were teenagers. Do you understand me, sunshine?â
You said that but actually no, he couldn't understand you because he didn't know what it was like to be roughly eight weeks pregnant.
âY/N, hey, listen to me love,â he said, holding your face in his hands and wiping away your tears. âYou donât have to hate yourself for feeling this way, alright? Weâre in this together, and youâre going through a lot of changes. Itâs completely normal to feel this way,â he repeated.
You nodded, and even curled your lips into a small smile. You didnât waste any time and quickly started hugging him and leaving kisses on his right cheek.
But that ended abruptly when you both heard a throat clear behind you.
Britta was standing next to none other than the pink-haired girl who had asked your husband about his winter break plans earlier.
Rose Benson, that Italian journalist who had become one of the best, if not the most prominent, additions to Formula 1 journalism.
âSebastian, as charming as ever I seeâŠâ her words made you cling tightly to Sebâs arm, a bit afraid. Again, your insecurity appeared. âCan I steal you for a few minutes for an exclusive interview?â
Her gaze fell with a hint of disdain on your, as if your were an unnecessary part of the conversation she was trying to have with your husband. Immediately, he wrapped his arm around your waist and started making faces at Britta so she could help him to get rid of that reporter.
As expected, she refused, letting him know he would have to face an interview he didnât want to do but that it was up to him whether or not he did it. She knew better than anyone what it was like to deal with the media and, especially, with professionals like the one in front of you.
âIâm sorry, Rose. Iâm busy.â
âCome on, Sebastian... weâve known each other for years,â she persisted, getting a bit closer to Seb. âYou know it would be an amazing interview... like so many weâve had.â
You were starting to get upset again. The only thing he did was placing a hand on your belly, and it somehow calmed you, but not for long.Â
âBenson, Iâm serious. The only conversation I want to have right now is the one I was having with my wife,â he said, calmly rubbing your back.
âYouâre disappointing me, Vettel,â she snapped, leaving you both in shock. WYouâre missing out a wonderful opportunity to be interviewed, in private, with someone like me.â
After hearing that, tears once again covered your face. You took a few steps back, slight pushing him and positioned yourself next to Britta, who didnât know what to do other than wrap her arms around you while Seb was still watching the reporter start scribbling something on a piece of paper.
âHereâs my phone number, Seb,â she said in an overly suggestive tone as she handed him the piece of paper, which he took. âAre you sure you donât want to reconsider? We could find a more private place, andâŠâ
As she got dangerously closer to him, Seb kept your eyes on you.
You hated how polite he was even though people acted in such a stupid way.Â
âRose, Iâm sorry, but thatâs not going to happen,â you said again. âMy answer, once again, is no.â
âHave you never wanted to explore curves other than those on the circuit?â
âWhy are you such a fucking bitch?! The only curves he explores off the circuit are mine!â
The womanâs insinuations had pushed you over the edge. Several people were already looking at you, and youâd swear some were even taking pictures or videos, so it wouldnât surprise you if you went viral on Twitter that night.
Benson didnât know what to say or do after your insult, except to end the closeness she had created by moving away from your husband as much as possible, trying not to arouse suspicion from the onlookers.
âY/N, I think itâs best if we go get some air, what do you think?â Britta suggested you.
âNo, I donât want to go get some air, Britta!â you shouted again, breaking free from Roeskeâs careful grasp. You were worried about you getting this upset, but you didnât care at all. This wasnât good for the pregnancy. âI want to tell this stupid journalist to learn to do her damn job properly and stop meddling in marriages!â
âExcuse me? Are you calling me a cheater?â she retorted, clearly offended. âYou need to learn to control what you say, dear. Youâre going to get yourself into more trouble if you keep this up.â
You were getting more nervous than hearing Seb during the press conference, youâd swear.
âYes, you!â you snapped, moving further away as Britta tried to take you out. She must have noticed how pale you had gone. âDo you think Seb doesnât have a girlfriend? Well, surprise! He married me last June and weâve been together for nearly seven years, and we have a daughter, and...!â
The index finger on Sebâs lips was what made you stop from revealing your third pregnancy or who knows what else. Your expression revealed him that, although he had done the best to make you shout, at that moment you only wanted to kill him.
Britta began to guide you more quickly towards the door to get out of there, but your words still could be heard despite the distance with a frustration that was more than obvious. There was a point in your life when you started saying what you wanted, fought for what you believed was not fair, and you stopped being intimidated or afraid of anything or anyone.
Thatâs what probably made Seb fall in love with you more and more every day, even he actually thought it would be impossible.
When you finally left, Britta handed you a bottle of water and started to calm you down, but you just couldnât relax. Now, you were still nervous and actually worried about what Seb could be saying to that woman. His body expressions, the ones you were seeing from distance, didnât calm you as much as you thought, and when she handed him a piece of paper you completely lost it and, once again, started crying, leaning on a wall.
A few minutes, later, Seb approached you while you saw Britta leaving you two some space.
âHey, Y/N, Iâm so sorry about what happened there. I shouldâve handled it better,â he started, his voice full of concern.
âSeb, itâs not your fault. She was way out of line,â you said, your voice trembling while trying to calm yourself down.Â
He pulled you into a tight hug, your body relaxing slightly against his.
âWeâll get through this, together, like we always do,â he whispered, kissing the top of your head, hoping to soothe your nerves.
His gaze meets your tear-filled eyes. Gently, he took your hands and started caressing them with his thumbs, knowing how much it relaxed you in moments of distress like this.
"Thanks for taking care of her for me, Britta," Seb said, turning around to thank your second mother once more for looking after you and sparing you any trouble.
You wanted to say something to him, but as soon as Seb turned his back again you, he got closer and closed the distance between you two, pressing his lips to yours.Â
You ended up forcing yourself to pull away not because you might get horny,because you're not used to showing affection in public unless it's a completely special occasion. The world knows you only hold hands lightly or maybe kiss on the cheek, out of respect for your profession and, above all, so that people see you as an engineer and not just a WAG.
Private moments were exclusively yours, and no one beyond your loved ones and yourselves needed to know about them.
"What's that about, Seb?"
You were too surprised, feeling a wave of emotions invading you.Â
"The thing with Rose, or the kiss?" he asked innocently.
"Both," you replied shortly, then corrected yourself. "Sorry, it's just that girl made me feel like..."
You couldnât continue. You put your hands over your face, but Seb pulled them away. There was no need for you to hide from him: he knew how you felt, and all he wanted in those moments was calming you and making you aware that there was no need for you to feel ashamed about anything.
"I only want you, Y/N," he brought you even closer and started touching your belly again, but now with more discretion. "In this, and a thousand more universes, and beyond life, whatever it is, and no matter what happens, I will always love only you. Just you, Y/N."
"Do you really love me? Even though I'm fat and ugly like I am now?" you wanted to know, doubting yourself as you focused on looking at your body up and down.
He chuckled softly at your comment. You werenât not fat: your belly was just a slightly bigger than usual despite being in the first trimester because of your natural anatomy.Â
"You're neither fat nor ugly, darling, but it's normal to feel that way," he comforted you. "You're experiencing changes, so don't overthink, Y/N. Youâre a superhero: youâre creating a whole baby in there"
"But I just... I feel like a bomb of emotions. I feel so... so stupid and contradicting myself all the time..."
"It's the hormones," he interrupted you. "Don't press yourself for feeling that way. Do you remember when you were pregnant with Emily?"
Before he could say anything else, he made sure that, aside from Britta, you were alone in the hallway. Seeing that no one else was around, he kneeled down and brought his face to your belly. He placed both hands on either side and started kissing it, causing you laugh.
"Hello, my little girl. How are you doing? There's a long way to go, but mom and I are so excited to meet you, as well as your big sister, who really wants you to be born just to play with you."
You know the baby couldnât hear you, but you felt so happy Seb was trying his best to make you a little happier.
"Stop, sunshine," you started saying, taking his arms to make him stand up. "Seb, seriously, get up. They're going to catch us!"
There was no one around, and he even double-checked to make sure. However, he decided to listen to you to avoid making you more nervous. At the same time, Britta nodded for you both to follow her. Seb took your hand and followed her steps.
"Seb..." you started speaking with some doubt.
"What is it, love?"
"Why did you say my little girl before?â
He turned hid head towards you. He saw you blushing and looking a little lost.
"Because I know it's going to be another girl," he confessed to you, leaving you a bit puzzled. "I don't know why, but it seems, and I truly believe, that making girls is our specialty."
"I think it's going to be a boy, but it makes sense: the other baby was also a girl..."
You forced yourself to stop talking. You didnât usually talk about the miscarriage you had about two years ago, at sixteen weeks pregnant, and although you had made great progress after nearly making an irreversible mistake, it still hurted.
They say you learn from mistakes, but if you had seen the clear signs of the person who ruined your lives and had taken measures much earlier, things would have been very different.
"How about we make a bet?" he commented, trying to change the subject while now wrapping his arm around your waist. "If it's a boy, I'll take you on vacation wherever you want."
"And if it's a girl, like you say?" you wanted to know.
"Then I'll take you to dinner at your favourite restaurant. The one you always want me to take you whenever we go visit your family."
You looked at him strangely, knowing perfectly well that what he said wasnât really a bet; in fact, it's anything but a bet. Adding to that, his voice sounded so calm that it might have surprised you with his passivity.
Britta and Antti look at you both as Seb helped you to enter the car, as if they wanted to know what you were talking about. You look that he shook his head at them and immediately started laughing.
"And what are you laughing at now, Sebastian?" you snapped at him again as he sat next to Britta. "Are you trying to mess with me, or what?"
"What's wrong with her? Is she okay?"
The whispers from his training coach, who clearly wanted toknow what was going on without appearing nosy, made him laugh even more. He didnât even answer him and directly looked at you:
"Start thinking if you want to go to Cadiz or Mallorca, and if you prefer a McDonald's burger with pickles and ice cream with ketchup and fries or your aunt's wiener schnitzel."
Your eyes lighted up with excitement. You knew that he was making you decide, but in the end heâll do all of that, and more, for you. Seb was the best partner ever and took care of you amazingly, especially when you were pregnant or struggling with your mental health.Â
"I hate that you know me so well, Seb," you ended up saying, taking some candies from Britta's hand. "But I'm sure you don't know what's on my mind right now."
Of course he did, he knew you too well. You were just being horny, and your face showed.
"Y/N, I really appreciate you all," Roeske began to say as she looked at both of you, "but please: stop acting like you know what in front of us. Canât you contain yourselves for ten minutes and then do whatever you want when youâre alone in your hotel room? Really, Iâll take care of Emily and I'll even stay all night listening to loud music on my headphones so I don't have to hear you moan all the time. Agree? But please: behave, kids."
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Please I need more âdrive-by sniffingâ Itâs so funny to me but also Iâm into it
warnings: jealousy, hiding keys, sniff-by (drive by sniffing), lying, teasing, trapping, kissing, carrying, oral (fem receiving), etc.
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âTheyâre just a friend, Wadeâ y/n sighed as Wade kept complaining about where and why she was going. She was trying to find her keys and he knew for a fact he took them.
âWhere are they, Wade? I told you I was leaving before I took a shower and now theyâre off the kitchen counter so â Where are they!?â Y/n yelled at the man, making Logan choke on his beer.
âI donât know, peanuts. Maybe itâs lost up your ass,â Wade shrugged as he got up and slipped his shoes on. âShame on you for leaving mister I have no life and I hate everyone and everything, over there. Maybe you couldnât take him on a date,â
âItâs not a date!â She yelled at the man, knowing this might be, but it was none of his business. âYeah, sure itâs not, but since itâs so not a date, why not take Grandpa with you? He hasnât seen the sun in a while,â Wade whispered.
Before y/n could say anything, he left, shutting the door hard and singing as he skipped down the hall, ready to go see Vanessa. âDick shit,â said under her breath.
âLanguage, young lady,â Logan chuckled as he took a sip of his ninth beer. âWho are you? The god of prohibited language?â Y/n rolled her eyes at the man before she continued her search for her car keys.
âLookinâ for these, bub?â Loganâs voice spoke after a few minutes of silence. She wanted to ignore him, but once she heard her keys jingle, her head snapped towards him.
âBro, you had it the whole time!?â Y/n wanted to yell at the man, but he was Wadeâs guest. Y/n only stayed here at times when it got too late for her to drive home. Heâs somehow friends with her elders and he needed a âfull-time babysitter for his dogâ that he had just picked up and left with.
Her parents and grandparents insisted she didnât help Deadpool and Dogpool. They were all big fans, but y/n wasnât planning on working for him.
Wade had something behind what he was doing after y/n served him his food at bingo night. She was young but not too young, pretty, went to college, and was hard to deal with. Right up Loganâs alley, but did Wade tell him his secret evil plan? No.
âYeah, because youâre lying,â Logan put the keys back in his pocket after she came over to him to take back what was hers. âWhat? Bro, give me my keys,â y/n was annoyed.
âYou are going on a date, ainât ya?â He asked. She could do all the washing she wanted, but he could still smell her. âNo, for the love of god. Can you guys stop asking me that shit? Itâs annoying!â
âLast time I checked, it only takes you ten minutes to shower, not thirty,â y/n was surprised he paid attention to her shower times. Sheâs only been in and out of Wadeâs shared apartment for a couple of months.
âYour point is?â She asked, knowing he wasnât dumb, but she hoped heâd give up. âI donât know, you tell me,â he got up, now towering over her. Her neck ached from the sudden new angle she had to look at him.
âI can smell you, you know,â Logan admitted. âWhat do you mean?â She genuinely asked. âI can smell you leaking. Itâs hard to miss when you smell like that every time you leave to meet up with your friends,â
She wanted to call out his perverted activities but had nothing to say. He was old, but she wasnât a minor, so what could she say to make him feel uncomfortable for invading her privacy.
âHow good is he? Seems like he fucks good if youâre soaked right before you leave,â Logan had y/n cornered on the wall. She didnât know she was backing up that much until she had nowhere else to go.
âHow about you let me meet him. Lemme watch how he fucks you so I can show you better,â his hot breath blew on her face. He was so close and intimidating. Where did all of this come from?
âSometimes I can smell him on you. I hate it so much, you know why, bub?â Logan asked as his finger cupped her chin. Y/n softly shook her head. âBecause I can do better,â
Before she knew it, his lips were all over her, barely letting her process before his tongue slipped into her mouth.
Usually, she found that nasty, hating the sloppy kisses, but this time â Fuck, it felt so nice.
Y/n kissed back, whines escaping her mouth as she now felt needy. She was already turned on, knowing she was going to meet her boy toy tonight, but Logan seemed better. He was always the better choice.
âGreedy slut,â the man spat, sounding angry, but she knew thatâs how they talked when they were turned on. She could feel his hard on through his jeans. He was grinding up and down her body like a pole.
âAlways leavinâ to fuck another man, like Iâm not here, baby. I donât like that disrespect,â Logan pulled the girl off of the wall and now carried her to his room that they sometimes shared.
Wadeâs apartment is a two-bedroom, so if she slept over, sheâd sleep on Loganâs bed, and heâd sleep on the small couch in the room.
He would be lying if he said he didnât sleep better when she was right across from him. Heâd also be lying if he said he would switch the sheets because he loved her smell.
He never did anything like this back where he was, but something after that fight made him switch. He was turning into a small pervert for a young lady in whoâs barely the legal drinking age.
âSmellinâ like candy,â Logan sniffed, loving the new lotion she had bought a few days ago. âGonna go through all that work when I take you on a date?â He asked as he slowly took the girl's clothes off. âMaybe,â she shyly said, surprised he wasnât thinking about this as a one-night stand.
âDoesnât matter, bub â Ima still eat that pussy till you cry,â he said as he spread the girl's legs. She felt so smooth. She was ready for him, not that dickhead she was getting ready to meet.
Logan slowly slicked up the girl's slit, taking in how close he is to her smell. All the days of smelling her getting ready for another man, just for her to get pulled back for him.
âBet this cunts sweet,â the man said before diving in for a few seconds. Her mom got stuck in her throat. That was amazing, and he had more.
âSure fuckinâ is,â Logan quickly went back in, arms wrapping around and thighs to pull her into his face. He wanted to suffocate in between her thighs.
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My Sweetest Heart: Yandere! Fushiguro Toji x Reader
Description: You have a one night stand with Toji and now he wonât leave you alone.
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Trigger Warnings: nsfw, yandere, obsessive behavior, female reader, AFAB reader, toxic behavior, stalking, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up), alternative universe (no curses), daddy kink, age gap (reader is in her early 20âs, toji is in his mid 30âs)
A/N: hello! this is my first time posting anything here. if anyone reads this, i hope you enjoy. if you do, i might continue it :)
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You were uncertain how you ended up with your legs on each side of your head as this beast of a man you didnât even know thrust deeply into you. You werenât even aware you were this flexible before this. However, you werenât complaining as you felt the tip of his thick, hard member collide with your g-spot repeatedly. He had made you reach your peak three times by now and it was evident that stopping wasnât in his plans. His grunts and moans only fueled your horniness, hearing a man make some noise during intimacy could rile any woman up.
âThis tight lilâ pussy is driving me crazy, sweetheart. Fuckâ you gonna let me feel you come on me again? Lemme feel you flutter around my cock, baby, please.â He begged into your ear, his low, raspy voice sending waves of pleasure all over your body. This man knew what he was doing to you.
You moaned loudly, feeling his dick twitch inside you. âI need it, Toji! Donât fucking stop!â
âThatâs right. Say my fuckinâ name, baby. Tell me who this pussy belongs to.â You thought this to be impossible, but he started drilling you harder, making your eyes roll to the back of your skull and forcing you to succumb into the delightful sensation that his large prick brought you. The room was filled with the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your ass repeatedly, your juices pooling on the sheets of the bed. It didnât take long for your pussy to clench around his dick, announcing the arrival of your orgasm.
âOh fuck! Iâm gonnaâ Iâm g-gonna come, Toji!â You gasped as you squeezed his cock, making him shudder. You were forcing him to come.
âHoly s-shit.â He cursed as you milked his cock. Long, thick spurts of semen started painting your walls white, making your combined juices overflow from your abused hole. He stilled inside your pussy as he finished riding his high, laying his head on your breasts once he was done.
You thought it was over, until you felt him starting to suckled on your nipples.
âLemme take you again, sweetheart.â He groaned, his voice muffled by your breasts. Jesus, does this man have unlimited energy? He flipped you over onto your stomach on a swift motion, as if you weighed nothing to him. Somehow, you still had enough strength to keep yourself up on your hands and knees. He spread your ass cheeks open and watched as his seed dripped out of your cunt slowly, like it was seducing him into sliding himself inside you once more. He hissed, feeling his dick get painfully hard again.
âGods, what a beautiful sight.â Toji grasped his shaft, stroking it a few times before pressing the tip against your entrance, forcing a moan out of you. âYou want it, you slut? Wanna feel daddyâs dick splitting you open again?â
You werenât experienced with men.
In fact, this was your very first one night stand. You wanted to experience for once in your life what it meant to be free and to have control over your own body, so when you saw Toji looking directly at you from across the bar, you knew he was going to be the one fucking your brains out tonight.
You had decided to go out with your girl friends to decompress from work when one of them pointed out the dark haired, exquisite looking man that had been staring at you the entire night. You didnât know if it was the fact that a man that looked like that had been eyeing you up this whole time or if you were just tipsy, but you got a sudden burst of confidence that pushed you to go talk to him.
He seemed extremely pleased you approached him, excited even. He was noticeably older than you, but not old enough to be your father. You had never paid much attention to men his age, but something about this absolute hunk of a man pulled you to him. Looking at him up close made you nervous, the confidence you felt earlier, slowly turning into shyness. This man was definitely the most handsome man youâve laid your eyes on. Judging by the smirk on his face he enjoyed your shyness. He thought it was cute.
To your surprise you had a very fluid, enjoyable conversation. He knew how to have a good time. You could feel a sincere interest coming from him, he wanted to get to truly know you, asking you questions about yourself, your likes, your hobbies and your life in general.
It was a shame you only wanted to fuck him.
At this point of your life you werenât looking for a relationship. You had just gotten out of a five year relationship with your first ever boyfriend a few months ago and you simply werenât ready to get into another commitment just yet. You had been with you first boyfriend since you were teenagers and you never got to explore what it felt like to be young and single. You wanted to learn how to be alone.
So you cut Toji short politely inviting him over to your place and he didnât even hesitate to agree.
This is how to ended up with this man pounding you sore pussy from behind like a madman.
You moaned wantonly as he spanked your ass red, your ass jiggled with each harsh thrust. âPussyâs so fuckinâ good, baby. The besâ one Iâve ever felt.â Toji was so pussy drunk, he could barely form words.
You looked over your shoulder wanting to see his expression and god was the sight gorgeous. His mouth hanging open and his brows furrowed, his body dripping with sweat. Then he opened his eyes and looked directly into yours. You both had the same expression.
âOh, donât you give me that slutty face. Iâm not gonna last.â Toji grunted, delivering another slap to your ass. You smirked and let out a moan as you started pushing your ass towards him, trying to meet his thrusts. You squeezed your pussy tighter around him feeling him twitch inside you.
âYou fuckinâ whore. You want me to fill you up with my cum again donât you?â He said between a moan and a chuckle. âTell me you want it, baby.â
âI want it so bad, daddy. Please empty your balls inside me!â Your fifth orgasm was approaching as well.
âTake it!â He bottomed out releasing his seed straight into your womb, making you scream as your own orgasm took over squirting all over his crotch and thighs. Your legs finally giving up as you crashed onto the bed.
Toji pulled out slowly, groaning at the sensitivity. He laid down besides you, admiring your sweaty, red face. He thought you looked the most beautiful like this. âHow about we take a shower together, sweetheart?â
So you did and you let him spend the night.
After all, how bad could it be?
The next morning you woke up with a pair of strong arms wrapped around you. You almost got scared until you remembered what happened last night, you could not believe you actually had sex with a stranger. You covered your mouth as you giggled quietly in disbelief. You knew this wasnât going to become something frequent, you werenât the type to sleep around, but you had to admit it had been a great experience and you were glad it had been with a man as experienced as Toji. It probably wouldnât have worked out as well if it wasnât for him, so you had to give him some credit.
Speaking of which, you could feel Toji stirring awake. You turned around to look at him and you were received with a sleepy smile. âMorninâ, sweetheart.â
âMorning.â You replied back feeling your shyness take over.
âDonât get shy with me now, I saw your entire being last night.â He joked, giving your cheek a sweet kiss. Are men usually this affectionate after causal sex?
You blushed from embarrassment, he really did see your entire being. You started to get up, only to be stopped by a hand grabbing your arm. âWhere you going so early, baby? Let me keep you warm for a little longer.â
âOh, Iâm sorry, Toji. If I donât get up now, Iâm gonna be late for work!â You answered giving him a courteous smile. You werenât certain why he was being so doting, you didnât know if this was normal behavior after a one night stand. What you did know was that, thatâs all you wanted it to be. Simply a night of good, casual sex with a hot guy you met at a bar. A man you would never have to see again and to you it was safe to assume that Toji was the type of man looking for the same thing as you.
âI see. Well, maybe we could grab some coffee and I can drop you off at work. How does that sound?â
âI donât drink coffee.â
âLunch?â He insisted.
âTojiââ He cuts you off by pressing his scarred lips to yours, tangling his fingers with your hair.
He pulled away, his finger still holding your hair. âBaby, donât worry. Just give me your number and we can schedule something for when youâre available.â
You felt odd. How can you get out of this situation? You hated this, youâve never been in a position like this before. You felt helpless as you hesitantly agreed to give him your number. The weirdest part being that he never let go of your hair until you entered you contact information into his phone. It felt threatening in a way, even if his grip on you was loose.
He let go of your hair when you handed him his phone back. âPerfect. Let me just call you real quick so you can save my number.â Good thing you didnât give him a fake number. âIâll get going then. Iâll text you later, sweetheart.â Toji smirked, pecking your lips before walking out of them room.
You let out a sigh of relief once you heard your front door slam closed. You hadnât realized you were holding your breath until now. You were feeling exasperated, you were already praying he never contacted you.
Maybe last night was a mistake.
Toji was a troubled man. He knew it. The people around him knew it.
They say no one is born evil, but from the moment he gained conscious he doesnât remember a moment when he was truly good and quite frankly, he preferred it stayed that way. He had been raised around pain and suffering. He was brought into this world to become an assassin from a young age. He was brought to inflict nothing but agony and thatâs all he knew how to do. He doesnât remember a single moment of happiness from his early childhood to his adult life. He was made to believe he didnât deserved love and he believe it because he never did anything worthy of it. He knew he wasnât a good man.
He knew he wasnât a good man and thatâs why he didnât feel guilty about all the times he followed you as you walked back to your place from work.
The moment he laid his eyes on you, something changed deep within him. There was a feeling heâd never felt before and it felt⊠good?
You first saw Toji at that bar, but Toji?
Oh, Toji first saw you at least two months before that.
Rain was pouring over him, but he could care less because what he was witnessing right now was perhaps the most breathtaking, heart-bursting sight in his entire existence. It was you. The answer to all his problems just walked past him in the torrential rain. He was amazed that not even the rain could conceal your beautiful face, he could see it perfectly clear. You were wearing some type of uniform that clung to your body thanks to the weather. Toji couldnât help but admire the shape of your body, instantly getting hard at the sight of your nipples hardening from the cold rain under your white shirt. You had only walked by him for a few seconds, but to him it felt like an eternity. It was almost as if you were walking in slow motion. In spite of being distracted by your beauty, he was still an extremely observant man and was able to descry the name of the company you worked for on the logo planted on your shirt.
Toji wasnât a good man. Thatâs why he stalks you any time he can, to him heâs just making sure youâre safe. Thatâs why loves breaking into your place and stealing your clothes and anything he can get his hands on that will make him feel closer to you. He particularly loves laying on your bed and smelling your sheets, your scent was simply divine. Thatâs why he tugs on his cock any time he caught sight of you. Thatâs why he would drag any man that dared approach you âhell, even look at youâ to an empty alley and beat them to a pulp without a care for their sorry lives. He was an assassin, itâs all he knew how to do.
Toji wasnât a good man, but he wanted to be for you.
He couldnât stand hiding behind your shadow any longer, he was growing desperate. He felt pathetic, this feeling was alien to him and he hated it. He needed you to notice him.
Imagine his luck when he saw you walk into the bar that night. Toji was over the moon. Both of you were finally at the same place at the same time and he didnât even need to fake a scenario for it to occur.
Toji was having an internal battle with himself, trying to find a way to approach you where you wouldnât find him creepy. You were with your friends which made it harder for him to come up with a way to swoop you away. He never had trouble getting any woman to bed him, but you werenât just any woman. You were special to him. He wanted to keep you, provide for you, protect you, love you.
He didnât realize how long he had been staring at you until he noticed one of your friends point him out. He freaked out internally until he saw you move your gaze towards him and he swore his heart could come out through his mouth at any moment. This was the first time he ever made eye contact with you and he couldnât wait to hold your gaze for the rest of your lives. To his surprise, you smiled at him.
He observed as you whispered something to your friend before standing up.
You were walking towards him.
All this time thinking about how to approach you and now you were coming to him.
That night he had the best time heâs had in his life. Getting to talk to you, look at you up close was indescribable to him. Although he wished he couldâve spoken to you more, he didnât mind how the night ended at all. Getting to enjoy your delicious little body was the best part of it. He gave you his all. He wanted to make sure you were ruined for any other man, he wanted you to only think of him from that night forward.
He really thought he had achieved that.
But the next morning you were so cold to him it broke his heart to a million pieces.
But thatâs okay, sweetheart. Iâll win your heart over. â„ïž
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why you should get off social media if you want to shift.
before you scroll away, i want to challenge all of you to read all of this. this is one of my longest blog posts ive ever made with over 1,000 words. if you can or canât make it through the whole post, please let me know how far youâve gotten in the comments below. youâll get a surprise at the end đ„ł !
social media isnât an inherently bad thing. however, outside & inside of the shifting community social media (specially tiktok) has been shown to effect our attention span. this shows in my comment sections on my longer tumblr posts that i also share on tiktok, such as this one, when people say things like âim not reading all of thatâ or âcan someone summarizeâ also âwhat method should i useâ and âwhy am i not shiftingâ.
letâs start with the basics of shifting. shifting attempts need some kind of focus; an affirmation, a visualization, some sort of task like counting. if youâre someone who struggles to focus, you will struggle to learn how to meditate or any hobby or task youâre tying to accomplish. all shifting methods are is a meditation. while no, you donât need a method, I would make the argument learning how to meditate & focus your attention to what you are trying to manifest is an important part of shifting. if social media creates an instant dopamine reward without little effort, the appeal of shifting seems less. this is why i think a lot of people actually like thinking about shifting & creating content for it rather then doing it â because trying to shift requires some level of work without instant reward even if itâs as simple as laying down & setting intention.
if you try to shift & you wake up in your cr still, that isnât as exciting when comparing it to the idea of shifting. rather, if you post an edit or a video about your dr you will receive a dopamine hit through video interaction (comments, likes, how social media platforms are set up in general). even maladaptive daydreaming can fall into this category to some. the interest in attempting to shift dies because we feel like we arenât gaining anything from it when thatâs not true. when laying down & attempting to shift, we are meditating & training the brain to focus on what we desire most: weâre correcting our attention span.
social media destroys the ability to focus & what we focus on & give our attention to allows room for that desire to grow, to become reality. if weâre always so overwhelmed with information & have so much to stress about, itâs important to recognize what we consume & how it effects our mood & mental health & how it can sometimes delay our manifestations. im not saying you have to be positive all the time, but weâre exposed to so much that itâs important to check in with yourself every once in a while. this can be where shifting content comes into play vs non shifting content. think demotivation, you donât look for it, it just appears. & how many times have you opened tiktok to look something up to only be distracted by a completely unrelated video that automatically started playing ?
what i mean is people are telling you what shifting is, what works for them (which you could register subconsciously & believe thatâs a step by step guide), rather then self discovery. people are telling you what shifting is, how to do it, what to think, what to script, what method you need to do, even if they say âthis may not apply to everyoneâ because of how itâs being presented & spoken about. the said popularity of a method or definition may also come into play & feeling like something has to be right or work because other people align with it. its like math class, the teacher shows you one way to solve a problem then says âyour allowed to use your own methodsâ & shows you one example of it then goes back to using the original method in class that you donât understand.
another reason is opinions. when being shown so many people speaking on shifting & their thoughts it can be overwhelming. itâs a great thing so many people are willing to talk about their experiences in their desired reality or want to share their personal breakthroughs & opinions on what shifting is, it can be confusing. while everything i just listed is well intended, leaning about shifting through places like tiktok & not venturing out & doing your own research â or just searching methods online & trying it yourself while going in blind â it takes away self discovery.
so, how do we learn about shifting ?
when i say get off of social media, i donât exactly mean all social media. yes, all of these things happen across the internet but the difference with tiktok is that the fyp isnât so prominent. this of course also applies to other feeds that are generated, but a lot of the shifting community is ok tiktok so im using the most known example. itâs important to search & decide what information you consume & seek out rather then being told something without stopping to think for yourself. you want the chance to be able to create your own thoughts. your own unique thoughts you have about things make them personal & your own beliefs become stronger when you realize things on your own. itâs more satisfying that way.
places like reddit & searching for questions you specifically have so you donât have ten more questions shoved in your that you didnât have before that cause you added worry or unnecessary fear is helpful to keep in mind.
there is room for grey area. not everything needs to be black & white. there should be no consciousness vs multiverse theories because two things can both be true at once. Ike thing doesnât have to be against something, you donât have time pick a side. itâs all theory & hypothetical. itâs okay that we 100% donât know (& will probably never know) what shifting truly is. not everything needs to be discovered to preform it âcorrectlyâ. you donât need to be a master at painting to paint, you donât need to know how paint brushes are crafted or how canvas is stretched to preform, anyone can sit & learn as they create their first & second & tenth piece. even people who have painted & sold their artwork for millions, donât know the greatâs techniques. they know pieces of them & take what works & discards what doesnât serve them.
this post isnt to negate any of the good social media has done or sound like my mom & preaching about how social media destroys your brainâŠbut i think we should be mindful of what we consume & how it makes us feel & if weâre speaking for ourselves or parroting others words. there are so many great people & advice out there & im not trying to take away from that. i just think taking a moment to stop & digest what weâre seeing is healthy. this blog post has been a long time coming but i know a lot of people wouldnât want to hear it. i can promise you, you are more addicted then you think â myself included. i just donât wake you guys to look back in 10 years & have spent more then half of that looking at a screen when thereâs so much life to be lived. i donât want social media to take away from what we are all here for which when we come down to it is living. shifting is literally wanting to experience life & i canât help but find it ironic that this is the opposite of everything we wish to accomplish through this practice.
please take care of yourselves. much love.
surprise :) congrats you made it ! hereâs your digital slice of cake ! đ°
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Hold You Tight: Part 4
Pairing: Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.
Part 3 | Series Masterlist | Part 5
Chapter Summary: You try to continue the date like "normal" after Bucky's promise.
Chapter Word Count: Almost 3.4k
Chapter Warnings: DARK AU, unease, tension, possessiveness, mental and emotional whiplash, reader is trying to stay calm, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), more warnings to come.
A/N: More Hold You Tight! Hope you lovelies enjoy and thank you again for the feedback so far! Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo. â€ïž Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics . I no longer do taglists, so please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
âYouâll be out of your apartment before the end of the month.â
The statement played on a morbid loop in your mind as Bucky pulled you up from your chair. The guard gave you two plenty of room to enter the penthouse again. You looked at him, trying to convey in your expression that you needed him to do something. Anything. The man gave you nothing in return. It was pointless to try. He worked for Bucky, not you. He wouldn't care.
âDid you mean what you just said? Your promise?â You asked as you followed Bucky to the dining room table. You wanted him to take it back, to tell you it was a joke. He couldn't make you leave your home by the end of the month. He had no right.
âI think you know the answer,â he said, pausing when you yanked your hand away and crossed your arms.
âAnd I think you have a lot of nerve,â you uttered as he pulled out your chair. âWhere the hell do you get off? And how do you even plan to get me out of my home? Itâs not like you own the building.â
You had no idea how deep Buckyâs pockets ran. There was a chance he could buy the building tomorrow or bribe someone into evicting you. Would he stoop that low?
âI adore you, Kotyonok, but Iâm not going to tell you and ruin the surprise,â he smiled, gesturing for you to take a seat. âAnd you haven't seen me get off yet.â
You ignored his comment as you sat down and stared into the flame of the candlelight. The familiar scent of the meal drifting from the kitchen put you at ease for the most part, but your stomach turned. Would this really be where you'd spend your meals from now on? It didn't matter that the penthouse was beautiful. You had a home. Maybe it wasn't as nice as this, but it was still yours.
Did Bucky care about your distress at all?
You blinked when you saw your wine glass on the table. The guard had grabbed both of your glasses from the balcony. For a man of his size, he sure as hell moved quietly. âThanks,â you whispered, taking another swig to help calm your flaring nerves.
âYouâre welcome,â he said.
âYou know, I was so excited to have you in our home I donât think I introduced the two of you,â Bucky said as the man stood tall. âThis is Raymond, but Iâm sure he wouldnât mind if you call him Ray since youâll be seeing a lot of him.â
You bit the inside of your cheek. Bucky said âourâ again. Not âhisâ. You wanted to go back to bed and hide under your covers. âItâs nice to meet you. Is it okay if I call you Ray?â You asked, not wanting his boss to speak for him.
How and why did he work for him anyway?
His eyes were a brighter shade of blue than Buckyâs, but still had a touch of coldness. Though his expression did soften a fraction as he considered your question. âYou may. And itâs nice to meet you, too,â he replied, nodding toward the kitchen before he stepped back.
The chef walked over seconds later with plates in hand, a large smile on his face. âHere we are. We have theâŠâ You tuned him out as the dish was set in front of you, your eyes on Bucky across the table. He didnât look at the chef either, your gazes locked in a silent battle. Your hand began to ache before you realized you were gripping the handle of your knife. You released it and looked away, but you caught his smirk anyway.
He won.
âEnjoy!â The chef finished, clasping his hands together.
Bucky shot him a look before he could walk away. âIâll enjoy it once I know she does,â he said, his smile soft as he turned his attention back to you. âDig in.â
A beat passed and all eyes were on you, waiting for you to have the first taste. It was unsettling to say the least as you blindly grabbed a piece of flatware to take a bite. You slowly chewed the food and wished you could've appreciated the additional flavors the chef added to make your favorite meal that much better, but being under the scrutiny of the entire room took away the delight.
âItâs delicious,â you announced, bringing another piece to your mouth. The chefâs audible sigh made it hard to swallow. What would Bucky have done if you didnât like the food? âThank you.â
âYes, thank you,â Bucky added, still gazing at you like you were the center of his world. âRay, would you show him out please?â
The chef didnât have to be told twice as Ray wordlessly led him away.
You didn't miss the way Bucky's eyes followed your motions as you continued to eat. They told you heâd rather have you for the meal. That heâd reach under the table at any moment and part your thighs to gather the taste of you on his fingers. You firmly pulled your legs together.
âAre you not hungry?â You asked. He hadn't touched anything on his plate. Too busy staring at you. Why was he so fascinated with watching you do something as mundane as eating?
âI wanted to make sure you ate enough before I dug in,â he answered, finally taking a bite. He groaned as his eyes slipped shut, the sound making you press your legs even closer together. Being handsome didn't excuse a thing and you refused to let him get to you. âYou're right. This is delicious.â
You averted your eyes when he ran his tongue over his lips. âWell, you hired him, so I imagine he's an amazing chef.â
âHe is. Iâm not a bad cook, but I donât cook as often as I'd like.â
You nodded. Running a club likely kept him busy, but he could've used his free time cooking or doing something else instead of looking into your life. You ranted about that already though.
âMaybe we can have a day of the week where we make a meal together. Weâll take turns picking different meals to try, like pizza. Weâll have to make a pizza together,â he said, leaning forward as his eyes lit up. âI could even set up a projector on the balcony if you wanted to cuddle outside and watch a movie. Or we could do something indoors.â
âWhat if I don't want pizza? Or a movie night?â You asked, trying to gauge his reaction since you actually enjoyed pizza and movies.
âIf that isn't what you're in the mood for, we can figure it out together,â he offered.
âCan we?â You asked, pushing a bit of the food around with your fork. âOr will you just make the decisions for me?â
You were speaking as if you planned to continue with his delusion. That you would actually have dinner dates and movie nights and cuddle. Things you always wanted with the right partner. The one you chose.
He twirled the knife in his hand before he pointed it at you. âI told you I donât want to control you.â
âYet youâre putting me in a cage.â
âYou have a lot of freedom,â he retorted, taking another bite. âItâs not like Iâm telling you to stop spending time with your friends or not have hobbies. I just want you close by. And about your job-â
Your eyes flashed. âIf youâre about to tell me I have to quit, I will throw wine on you.â
âThought you said it was too delicious to waste.â
âIâll throw your glass on you and enjoy the rest of mine,â you said, warmth creeping up your neck when he chuckled. âDonât laugh. Iâm serious, Bucky. Iâm not going to quit my job. I donât care how much money you have. I love what I do.â
He laughed still, but held a hand up on surrender. âKotyonok, I wonât make you quit your job. I know you love being a florist and Iâm not about to take something away that makes you happy.â
You reigned your inner claws in. âSo, I can keep working like normal? And why are you calling me Kotyonok? What happened to doll?â
âDoll, Kotyonok, you suit them both.â He reached up and ran a hand through his hair, looking every bit like the king of his castle. âAnd you can.â
âOh. Well. Thank you,â you said, wishing you didnât feel the need to thank him when it shouldnât be his decision to begin with.
The two of you ate in semi-comfortable silence after that. You wanted to trust that he wouldnât mess with your job, but he was interfering in the rest of your life. Maybe it wasnât a cage he had you in after all, but he did have you on a leash.
Either way, you were his pet.
âDance with me,â he stated once your plates were clear.
âThereâs no music,â you said before a soft melody began to play in the room. You glanced around and tried to find where the speakers were. Ray mustâve turned it on.
You allowed him to help you up from your seat to hold you close. You bit back a protest when he guided your hands to rest at the base of his neck. There was hardly any room between you as he rested his hands on your hips and helped you sway to the slow beat. It contrasted with how your heart raced and you had to close your eyes to escape his gaze.
âI felt like Iâd been asleep for a long time until you came along. You woke me up. Made me feel,â he whispered, his lips brushing against your forehead. âWeâll be happy together.â
His words had you catching your breath. He wasnât the kind of predator who went right for the kill or the kind that merely stayed in the grass to bide his time. This was a cat and mouse of sorts. He caught and released you. The scary part was you didnât know how long heâd hold onto you before he sank his teeth in or how long heâd let you run before he caught you again.
âI really want to kiss you,â he murmured, your heart thudding more as he rested a hand on your cheek.
âNot on the first date,â you said, hoping it sounded more like a tease than a complete refusal.
He chuckled and brought his lips to your ear. âWhat does our second date get me?â
You didnât want to say the wrong thing, especially since he was playing along. But how long would you be able to fight off his want for you? âI guess weâll play it by ear,â you answered.
âMaking me work for it. I respect that,â he said, checking his watch as the song changed. âSpeaking of being respectful, I should probably get you back to your place.â
As eager as you were to leave, you still asked, âNo dessert?â
His heated eyes swept over you as he traced the diamond necklace with his finger. âI want you for dessert, but Iâm trying to be good,â he replied, his voice husky as you held your breath. âI also made sure weâd have dessert to share in the car. Why donât you go get your clutch and we can go?â
âSure,â you said, taking one last look around the place as you went to get it. Bucky went to Ray and whispered something you couldnât make out, but you went to the door instead of trying to eavesdrop. You didnât want to know what the conversation was about. If it didnât involve you, well, it wasnât your business to begin with. And if it involved you, you were bound to find out anyway and you were too tired and mentally drained to deal with it.
A bath and more wine wouldnât even help.
âI hope you like it,â Bucky smiled, holding up a small container as he joined you with Ray right behind him.
âLet me guess,â you said, taking the container from his hand. âItâs my favorite.â
âOf course,â he said, opening the door and putting an arm back around you.
You looked back when Ray didnât follow you into the elevator, wishing heâd join you so you wouldnât be alone with Bucky in there. You supposed it didnât matter. Would he stop his boss if he tried anything or just look the other way?
It was surreal to leave the penthouse. You half expected him to go back on his word and not let you go. You glanced at him as the elevator went back down to the garage. Besides being a walking red flag, he was still a mystery.
âYou said your mom wouldâve loved me. Past tense,â you said, seeing his jaw clench. âDid something happen to her?â
He tightened his arm around you as the elevator stopped. âSheâs gone and thatâs a topic for another day,â he said, pausing to give you a tender smile. âBut thank you for asking.â
The man had issues, but you hadnât meant to touch on a sore topic. Why were you asking personal questions about him anyway? You werenât his girl. He wasnât going to be your guy. This wasnât a fairytale. If it was, he would be the villain disguised as a king.
Bucky helped you back into the car, once again not waiting for the driver, and got in beside you. He barely had the door closed before you pulled you into his lap, the container almost falling from your hand as the other went to his chest. âBucky, what are you-â
âI said you could sit in my lap after dinner,â he smirked, running a hand along your thigh. Your body went rigid as his hand trailed higher. âI wonât do anything except feed you.â
You stayed perfectly still as he moved his hand away and opened the container. He promised he wouldn't force anything tonight, but you didn't want to throw fuel on the fire by shifting and inadvertently teasing him. It would be fine. A short drive and youâd be back at your apartment.
âOpen,â he ordered. You obeyed, your mouth opening up for him to place a piece of the dessert on your tongue. He swore under his breath as you closed your mouth to chew and his hand found its way back to your thigh. âSwallow it, Kotyonok.â
You were lucky you didnât choke, the normally sweet treat sliding bitterly down your throat. He probably imagined saying those exact words to you in a very different sort of scenario. Feeling his hips move slightly beneath yours, he was likely imagining it right this second.
âGood girl,â he sighed, feeding you another piece before he buried his face in your neck. âI can't wait until you're really home.â His breath tickled your skin. âI won't have to say goodnight and watch you walk away. Youâll be beside me and fall asleep in my arms.â
âIn your home,â you whispered, tilting your head to give you some space, but he followed.
âOur home,â he corrected you. âEnd of the month.â
Your chest ached, but you breathed evenly. You were almost home and could panic once you were alone. âItâs too soon. You understand that, right?â
âI went too long without having you by my side. You understand that, right?â He asked, cupping your cheek to make you look at him. âYou went too long without me, too.â
It wasnât fair that he was trying again to prey on your loneliness. âBucky, you have to give me some leeway here.â
âWe can figure it out together,â he said, the same thing he said during dinner. Dismissive. He thought he was going to get his way. And he would, wouldn't he?
âWell, we arenât figuring that out tonight,â you said, pushing off his lap when the car came to a stop and fixing your dress since it rode up. âGood night.â
He stopped you from getting out. âI have to walk you to your door.â
âIâm not letting you in,â you warned. You needed your space.
âYou do remember that I can get in your place without you opening the door for me, right?â He cupped your cheek again when your eyes rounded. âBut I wonât do that tonight. Iâm just making sure you get in safely.â
âThatâs ironic coming from you,â you mumbled.
He chuckled and helped you out. Your building normally looked like a safe haven, but it was like there was a clock overhead counting down the moment until it was no longer yours. âI really do love how sweet you are, but I love your claws when they come out.â
âCareful. I just might scratch you.â
He groaned, leading you inside. âYou know, youâre welcome to scratch up my back. Leave your mark on me and Iâll leave one on you.â He winked when you caught his eye. âAnd in you.â
He caught you when you stumbled. âStop saying stuff like that, please,â you begged, straightening yourself out. You werenât sure how much more you could take tonight.
âI canât help myself,â he said, taking your phone from his pocket once you got to your door. âI had a really nice time tonight.â
His fingers touched yours as you took your phone back. âI had a nice time, too,â you said. Under normal circumstances, a romantic dinner and diamond necklace wouldâve been a dream come true. âGood night, Bucky.â
He lingered as you unlocked your door. You turned to remind him that you werenât inviting him, but you couldnât speak when he leaned in. His lips brushed the corner of yours, all too gentle and intimate.
âSweet dreams, Kotyonok.â
You ducked inside without another word and locked the door, listening for his footsteps. It took a moment, but you heard him walk away before you slid to the floor. It felt like you could finally breathe again since you were home and he wasnât going to bother you again tonight.
Your heart sank though when you checked your phone and saw a message from Addison.
âChange of plans for tomorrow and Iâm so sorry, but Brady somehow got us a reservation at The Terrace. Can you believe it?! Maybe we can hang out the day after?â
Tears burned your eyes. You were looking forward to seeing her. It would've been nice to pretend that everything was normal. Or maybe you would've told her at least something about your situation.
Your mind drifted to Bucky. The Terrace was one of the best restaurants around and usually booked a couple of months in advance minimum. Was it a coincidence that Brady somehow got them reservations on the day you were supposed to hang out with Addison or did your new suitor have something to do with it?
Speak of the devil, you received a new message from the man himself.
âThank you again for the wonderful date. Are you free tomorrow night? Iâd love to introduce you to some of my friends.â
Your eyes narrowed. The second you see that your plans are broken, he messages you? If you didn't think he meddled before, you certainly did now.
âI donât have anything to wear.â
He messaged back seconds later. âYes, you do. I can have it sent over or have it ready for you here.â
You huffed out a laugh before a couple of tears fell. Meeting Buckyâs friends would be another step in his plan to make you his. If they didnât like you, maybe theyâd sway him into forgetting about you. It was wishful thinking. Because you knew in your heart that Bucky wasnât going to let you go.
But if he was going to play, maybe you could find a way to throw him off his game.
âI actually have plans. Maybe another time.â
You didn't bother looking to see if read the message or if he responded. Your life was your own. Bucky would have to deal with it. But knowing how he handled things so far, heâd find a way to have you on his arm tomorrow night.
Yay to @targaryenvampireslayer for guessing who the guard is! And what's Bucky going to do since you declined meeting his friends? Love and thanks for reading! â€ïž
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